I live on a moon. A quiet, small rock filled with blue crystals and underground tunnels that orbits Jupiter. My family and I are the only Golds here. The rest are our retinue, which we are on good terms with. War rages around us. Colors look down on each other. But they’ve forgotten us. We are too discreet. And that is well. We live here, in peace. We will outlive them all, and their nonsense with it. So long as we remain hidden, here on our moon.
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